Every Human Being Of Adult Years And

More Truly Characteristic Of Dissent Is A Dignity, An Elevation, Of Mood And Thought And Phrase. Deep Conviction And Warm Feeling Are Saying Their Last Say With Knowledge That The Cause Is Lost. The Voice Of The Majority May Be That Of Force Triumphant, Content With The Plaudits Of The Hour, And Recking Little Of The Morrow. The Dissenter Speaks To The Future, And His Voice Is Pitched To A Key That Will Carry Through The Years.

I Take Judge-made Law As One Of The Existing Realities Of Life.

We Seek To Find Peace Of Mind In The Word, The Formula, The Ritual. The Hope Is Illusion.

Rest And Motion, Unrelieved And Unchecked, Are Equally Destructive.

Freedom Of Expression Is The Matrix, The Indispensable Condition, Of Nearly Every Other Form Of Freedom.